I was walking home from school. Was 12 years old or just about 13. I stood frozen- with the knowledge that I had been wronged. I felt something quickly slide between my legs. More than a decade later, I still do not know how he managed to do so. it still makes me sick to think so. i remember thinking over and over and over again - ' how could he do that?'
I dont know who he is. I didnt even see his face. It took me a while to realize what he had done. I did not share it with anyone.
i have been to that place, many times after that- because it was close to school, and normal for me to do so.
to photograph this site was to confront the place and that time and now I feel a little healed.